las vegas, part 2, with a side of whine

Ok, seriously.  I have to get this out of the way before I go onto the rest of the trip.  I am weary.  So very weary from living out of laundry baskets while traveling back and forth from my parent's house to Brian's parent's house.  I feel very blessed that we have family that are willing and happy to take us in while we wait for our stuff to be delivered, but.  I want to go HOME.  But home is empty.  And next home isn't ready, and we'll only be in next home for 6 months to a year, so will it really feel like home, or will it feel temporary, and will be ever feel home when we move every few years, and, and, and.  These are the things that keep me up at night.  Are you crying for me yet?  Ok, good.  Let's move on.

The second day of Las Vegas included lots of spa and pool time (wow, I've lost all of your sympathy just now, right?).  This won't help any, but here are some more pictures.

Ah, palm trees.  With my beloved sunflare.

And hello, how about these gorgeous bathing beauties? 

I know, there's no shot of me in a bathing suit.  Thank God.  But the other girls have them on their cameras for leverage.  So here's hoping I'm not in trouble for putting up their pictures...  Don't worry, we were all wearing SPF.  But we would hang out in the sun, go back into the cabana, drink wine or cocktails outta pineapples, take a dip in the water to cool off, and go into some sort of spa coma listening to the plinky-plunky music.  We never even made it into the tops optional bar-pool.  We be old.  We liked our tops on, and more importantly, everyone else's.

And then we finally made it down to the strip after getting gussied up.

We ate some dinner, drank some wine, got some blisters and bought flip flops to alleviate said blisters.  Unfortunately, Karen's flip flops included some sort of medieval torture device that dug into her toes whenever she took a step.  She spent the rest of the evening transitioning between her blister shoes and her pokey toe flip flops.  Oh, women.  Me?  I wore flip flops to begin with.  I KNEW I'd end up in them sooner or later, so why not sooner?  Besides, I like to feel short and squat next to the amazon women that prowl around the strip.  Just cause I like to be unique like that. 

But!  Karen was lucky, lucky when it came to the slots.

The rest of us would put our $1 or $5 into the slot, push the buttons a few times, and then lose all of it.  Then we'd fold our hands in our laps and stare at Karen's machine that was inevitably winning.  Karen sweetly shared her winnings by buying us more drinks.  Geez, I make us sound like a bunch of boozers, no?  Well, it was Vegas.  And well, we are a bunch of boozers, too. 

We went to the top of one of the casinos to check out the view.  There just happened to be a club up there.  We were the ones taking pictures of the view while everyone danced behind us.  Cause that's how we roll.

Hey, don't yell at us.  We had blisters and pokey toes.  Anyway, after most of us lost money, we scoped out the strip a bit, and we got smothered by second hand smoke, we decided to call it a night.  We went back to our resort, got (what else) some wine and relaxed in one of the big beds by the pool. 

After I took this picture, I apparently fell asleep, cause I awoke an hour later drooling on meself.  Yep, I'm the girl that fell asleep first.  Luckily, there was no freezer in our hotel room.

I was planning on making this Vegas thing a two parter, but I haven't even looked at the gazillion pictures I took of the Bellagio fountain show.  So I'll catch up next time, and I won't be so late in getting it out there.  Maybe.  Probably.  No promises, people.  I'm living out of a laundry basket right now.